Sometimes, when I see a bird flying through the clouds, I wish that I could be that bird and my mind takes flight. I initially had that thought when I took this last photo yesterday. But then it occurred to me that if I had come into this world as that creature, there's a good chance that I would be looking down at the woman on the bus taking photos and wish that I could be her. I realized that thinking like that is so self-defeating because it only distracts me from the wonderful business of making my own way in the life that I'm living right now. And it doesn't matter anyway...because I can't be that bird, I can't be anyone else and I can't really know what any other experience is but my own.
Lately I feel like I'm waking up from a very long sleep. It feels good.